Dead Daisies

Meet, Greet, and Repeat

I called Meghan to come over. Mostly because I was still trying to figure out what was so familiar about that guy, it was giving me a migraine.

"This is what you've been filling your time with?"

Meghan and I were skimming through the many tabs I had searched on about the house.

"It's all I can think about, strangely as that sounds." I said while pulling out the book I had checked out after meeting the new neighbor.

"I even got this book."

Meghan rolled her eyes and tried to stifle a laugh.

"You have got to be kidding me Amelia. I mean, don't get me wrong! I've always been interested in the mansion, but it's just a regular house."

"I know," I mumbled, I reached for the picture in my pocket," This was the family that lived there."

Meghan studied the picture.

"We should go meet them." she said, completely ignoring the picture I showed her.

"Oh, I've met the son."

"What's he like? Is he cute?"

Meghan's eyes brightened up once she spit out "cute".

"Let's not talk about that. I totally embarrassed myself in front of him."

Meghan waved it off and grabbed her purse to leave.

"I have to go. But we should go to their house Monday. It sucks being the new kid in town."

I nodded in agreement and waved goodbye. I was so not ready to officially meet him. He probably thinks I'm a total embarrassment. I'm going to dread Monday.

•••

Meghan had baked an apple pie, completed with cinnamon sprinkled on top and whip cream. We were on the front porch of the place that everybody was scared of. My nerves were especially wild today. I hesitated to ring the doorbell and was tempted to run all the way home. But Meghan, being the brace and most confident out of the two of us, wasn't having it. The doorbell seemed to shake the entire house. Which didn't help my nerves whatsoever.
It didn't take long for someone to open the big hefty doors. But it wasn't the homeowners, it was a maid. A damn maid. Who the hell has a maid? Especially someone who lives in Oakley Falls?!

"Welcome to the Rosemary home. How may I be of assistance?"

She was an old maid. Around 50 or 60 at least. She was frail and weak looking. Too pale. But her hands were tough and looked like she had been working all her life in this agenda.

"Yes! We're here to meet the Rosemary's, and bring them this homemade pie." Meghan spoke up first.

The maid opened the door fully and greeted us inside. I had never seen the inside of the mansion before. The walls were a dark wood, expensive obviously. There were tiffany fixtures lining the walls, and stairs covered in a red carpet as soon as you walked it.

"I'm Mora, the Rosemary's are in the green house."

Green house too? How rich are these people?

Mora led us through the living room, which was stuffed with a large fireplace, a beautiful red velvet couch with gold lining, along with two matching chairs, and a few boxes here and there.

Meghan turned around and wiggled her eyebrows while mouthing "sugar daddy alert". Which made me almost burst out laughing, but I felt so out of place already that I didn't want to make it worse.

Mora opened a glass door revealing dozens of roses and tulips and many exotic flowers. It smelled of honey and sweet nectar and made me want to never leave.

"Mrs. Rosemary?" Mora called out.

A beautiful young lady gracefully made her way to us. She was dressed in a long silk gown, as if she was going to a Victoria's Secret fashion show. Hell, she looked young enough to be a model. Following behind her was a tall man with black stubble and a messy spike cut. He looked to be in his 20's.
Right behind him was the gorgeous guy I had met at the library...and totally embarrassed myself in front of!
I felt my cheeks warm up to a bright red as our eyes connected, although he flashed me a beautiful smile.

"Well hello!" the young model greeted.

I waited for Meghan to say something but it turned out that she was totally hypnotized by the handsome young man.

"We came here to welcome you all to the neighborhood." I joyfully exclaimed. I was lucky enough not to stutter.

The young model smiled graciously and retrieved the pie from Meghan's hands.

"Sebastian, would you like to thank these young ladies for being so generous?"

The tall man flashed his perfect white teeth at us and bent to take both of our hands and place a gentle kiss. That one touch sent a small tingle through my fingertips.

"Two very generous young ladies. Beautiful might I add. Thank you..."

"I'm Meghan."

"And who might you be?" He asked, turning his gaze towards mine.

"I'm Amelia...I..um, already met your son in the library."

Sebastian smiled at me, then turn to smile at his son and said,"Ah yes, we've heard about that little encounter."

His son's smile wiped off his face and cleared his throat. It almost seemed like he too was embarrassed.

"I'm Thomas, this is my father, Sebastian and my mother, Kaden Rosemary."

So the gorgeous guy has a name after all.

Before anyone could say anything else, I quickly grabbed Meghan's arm, who was too in shock by Sebastian's good looks, and said,"Well, we better get going. It's kind of late."

Thomas volunteered to walk us to the door and held it open for us, just as a gentleman would do. But before Meghan even made it out of the door, her big mouth decided to open.

"You're dad is super hot." she said with a quick wink and a shimmy out of the door.

I automatically slapped my hand against my forehead. She had made this night from a smooth, semi-disaster to a total roller coaster breaking down.

"I'm really sorry about her. She's just...off sometimes." I apologized quickly and walked out.

Which received a laugh that sounded like music from Thomas's lips.

"I do not blame your friend. Many women say that about my father," he stepped out beside me and stared at me intently,"I do hope to see you again, if that too is your wish."

Whoa. The gorgeous Thomas wanted to see me again? That had lifted my mood onto cloud 9.

"Of course!" I said a little too excitedly.

"I mean...yes. That would've fine."

I began to take out my cellphone but Thomas had lifted his hand for me to stop.

"It might be odd, but I do not own a phone. At least for myself I do not."

"Oh, well..."

"Anytime is great. You are welcomed to come over any time."

"Oh! Um...well it was nice to meet you Thomas. No more awkward meets, I hope."

Seriously? Was I trying that hard to be cool?

"Of course not." he said with another melody escaping his lips.

With that I waved goodbye and headed home in Meghan's car. I guess it wasn't so bad meeting them. But Thomas still seemed off to me...